Thorn
Jess was watching from the bed as I got dressed. “You're really going through with this,” she said, leaning back a little.
I couldn't help rolling my eyes at her. “Yeah, I'm really going to do this,” I said gruffly. “What else would I do? Anyway, this isn't the difficult part. That'll come when we're both in there together, trying to get Rian out.”
She sighed, though, lying back on the bed and putting an arm over her face. “I don't know, I just can't shake the feeling that your going in there today is going to get back to Katia and she's going to suspect something.”
“What would she suspect?” I asked. “She's not going to think that we've suddenly teamed up with Gabi. And she's going to get the first of the packages delivered today, so that's going to be more than enough to occupy her thoughts.”
“I know,” Jess sighed. She sounded quiet and sad, though, and something about it tugged at my heartstrings.
I went over to the bed and sat down next to her, lightly placing a hand on her leg. “Hey, look at me,” I said, jostling her a little.
She removed the arm over her eyes and looked up at me. “I just am worried about you,” she said quietly. “If something happens to you...”
“I left a message with Dorian,” I told her. “He'll take care of you if something happens to me.”
“I don't even know him.”
“You don't have to,” I said. “I made it clear to him ... what you mean to me.”
“What do I mean to you?” Jess asked curiously.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, regretting that choice of words. Not that I didn't have feelings for Jess. Somehow, for some reason, despite the fact that I knew better than to fall for someone who was from such a different world as me.
“I feel responsible for dragging you into this,” I told her. “Your safety is my concern because of that.”
Was that a look of disappointment on her face there? I filed that away.
“I just wish there were some way for me to know that you were safe,” she told me, stroking her hand down my leg.
I raised an eyebrow at her as her hand came to rest between my legs, dangerously close to my member, which was twitching and hardening already with even that slightest amount of attention paid to it.
“Come here,” Jess said, her voice barely audible.
I complied, crawling over and covering her body with my own. It felt as though there were something there, hanging in the air between us — those words that neither of us wanted to say to the other.
I kissed her before either of us could make the mistake of saying something that should have remained left unsaid. Our unspoken feelings boiled over into the kiss, though, making it feel desperate and needy. Our teeth clashed a little; there was almost too much pressure between our lips. But with the way our hands roamed restlessly against one another's forms, everything seemed just about perfect.
“I'm nervous about all of this,” Jess admitted as we broke apart. It was the first bout of nervousness that she had admitted to, and I realized I wanted nothing more than to soothe her worries. But there was no way to really do that. We were still in the thick of this mission, and we wouldn't be safe again until Katia had everything that she wanted.
I kissed her again, more gently this time, cupping her cheeks in my palms. Slowly, I lifted her shirt, kissing along each bit of skin that I uncovered.
She moved restlessly beneath me, hands fluttering at my own shirt in a weak attempt to remove it. I pulled the offending garment off and tossed it to the side. I could make time for this before I went over to the headquarters and had a look around. I'd be a bit late to meet Johnny, but that didn't bother me now.
Jess made a soft noise as I settled between her legs, nipping lightly at the soft skin of her inner thighs. I moved closer towards her core, running my tongue over her clit and making her arch against the sheets. “That's...” She trailed off, though, too overcome with pleasure to finish that sentence. I got the idea, though.
I grinned up at her, continuing to lave her folds with my tongue. I dipped my tongue inside of her, stroking my fingers along her velvety skin as well. “Think I can make you come just like this?” I asked her, my voice gone husky with my own desire.
Jess blinked down at me, seeming as though she barely understood what I was saying. In fact, it seemed almost as though she barely processed the fact that I had said something to her. But finally, she blinked herself back into awareness and nodded her head enthusiastically. “Please,” she said.
I stepped up my game a little, scissoring my fingers inside of her as I continued to stab into her with my tongue, swirling it around and finding all the sensitive bits, making her cry out with need.
“Thorn,” she said breathlessly, urging me back up into her arms using her foot at the small of my back. “Thorn, please.”
“I thought you wanted me to make you come using just my mouth,” I told her teasingly.
She blinked at me and shook her head a little. “I can't… I need...” She was blushing. No matter how many times we did this, she still acting like a desperate, nervous virgin. It was endearing, and I couldn't help but smile as I traced the line of pinked skin with my mouth.
I finally stripped out of my jeans, sighing in soft relief as I freed my erection from the tight confines of the material. My cock was already thick and red, ready to plunge into her warm, slick heat. But when I lined it up, I paused for a moment, wanting to tease her a little more.
She made a quiet noise, writhing a little against the sheets. “Please, please, please,” she whimpered, reaching down between us to try to guide me inside of her.
I pushed her hand away and then decided to pin both her hands up above her head. I grinned down at her. “I'm in control here,” I growled. “And don't you forget it.”
She practically sobbed. “Thorn, I need you,” she said.
I paused, cocking my head to the side as though I was considering it. But then, I pushed swiftly inside of her, not stopping until I was fully inside her, all the way up my shaft. She groaned long and low, and I couldn't help but give an answering groan.
“So tight...” I muttered.
She grinned at me, but the smile quickly slipped off her face. “Move, Thorn,” she said, trying desperately to find purchase against the sheets so that she could move against me.
I finally began moving, setting a punishing pace. Three thrusts later, she cried out loudly, eyes rolling back in her head as she came, convulsing against me. I could feel the walls of her pussy fluttering around my length, and I groaned, feeling my orgasm creep up as well. Normally I had more stamina than this, but something about sleeping with Jess had me feeling like a giddy and overeager teenager again, at least in terms of how long I could last.
My hips stuttered against hers as I spilled thick and hot inside of her folds.
As I pulled out and rolled away from Jess, she reached out and caught my arm, curling into me. “Thorn, I—” she started, and then snapped her mouth shut.
I frowned down at her and then turned my gaze back towards the ceiling. More of those words we weren't supposed to say to one another.
“Be careful,” she finally said quietly, rolling away from me and pulling the sheets up over her form.
I took that as my dismissal and said nothing in response, dressing in silence and going out to my bike. I had to focus on what I was doing; there was no more time to dwell on what I might or might not be feeling for my partner in crime.